Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Symarip to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Audionom,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
Marmalade,
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Smooth,
The Happenings,
Mars,
John Holt,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
Minnie Riperton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
The Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.